Female Version of 'Macho'?

The taxonomic compulsion - the first thing Adam and Eve do is to put a name on everything.

"Whore" and "slut" are largely interchangeable in the colloquial, actual prostitutes are typically called "prostitutes".
Adam and Eve are fictional characters. Ya gotta stop hauling in imitation people as authorities. :)

Actually, I do know that A&E are symbols of the need for taxonomy. But I really think that the kindergarten need for one-hundred-percent immutable and immoveable definitions is something human society can, and should grow out of.

In fact, I would posit that about half of us have grown past this need, while half of us are lagging evolution-wise-- as illustrated by the Obama/McCain split. And that many more would have grown past it if our media and our story-tellers encouraged them to. Since we already know the media isn't going to do anything that encourages the sheep to think for themselves, it behoves the rest of us-- but that's just my opinion, and my own personal goals.
 
Somebody wrote it, and it represents a valid observation on human character, unless you want to argue divine inspiration, in which case it's inarguable.

"Should" and "will" are separated by the vast gulf of evolutionary reality, it happens in levels, and in cycles - some will always question by nature, others will always accept without question.

What the flock will do will usually depend on which is the more effective strategy at any given moment.
 
STELLA

You dont KNOW Adam and Eve are fictional, you have a hypothesis they were invented, but you dont KNOW. You cant even say there was ever a first homo sapien breeding pair.

I return to anthropology occasionally, and when I do shit is totally different from the last time. About the only thing an anthropologist can say with certainty is: I FUCKED UP BACK THEN, BUT MAYBE I'M RIGHT TODAY.

Progress is little more than a new story that hangs together a wee bit better than the last one did.
 
The late psychologist, Julian Jaynes, believed humans were schizophrenic until about 500 BC.
 
I said neither "should" nor "will." Except about myself.

I began writing porn because I could not find anything that got me off or spoke to my own identity, in what was available-- back around 1974.

Since the advent of the internet, I've run into more people like myself than I could have imagined existed back in the day. There are enough queers out there that I don't even have to like all of them-- Like the demographics are astonishingly widespread. and many of them are my age, or even older, meaning that there were a lot of isolated queer teens back in the seventies who somehow managed to hang on to ourselves in the face of overwhelming societal indifference at the best.

So my experience is of a small but significant move forward. But then I have pressing reason to experience it that way-- those who don't need to, aren't going to go looking for it. And as we see, when those who aren't looking for change do encounter it, they often resist the notion vigorously.

I often encounter the reaction, as I have in these convos here, where, faced with a change in paradigms, the person will demand acknowledgement of the old paradigm, because by god it's VALID!!!! In the frenzy, they often seem to lose the opportunity to acknowledge the also-valid new premise.

Whatever. Yes dear.

I would say they're mythical, rather than fictional. Subtle difference.
I would say that I knew you'd say that.
 
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I said neither "should" nor "will." Except about myself.
Noted.

I began writing porn because I could not find anything that got me off or spoke to my own identity, in what was available-- back around 1974.
Me neither - in many respects, I still haven't.

Since the advent of the internet, I've run into more people like myself than I could have imagined existed back in the day. There are enough queers out there that I don't even have to like all of them-- Like the demographics are astonishingly widespread. and many of them are my age, or even older, meaning that there were a lot of isolated queer teens back in the seventies who somehow managed to hang on to ourselves in the face of overwhelming societal indifference at the best.
I'm not queer in the sexual sense (how do I know? I tried it once, boring), but very queer in other ways.

My oldest sister was, and is, and I was able to observe the reactions up close, from the objective perspective of pre-puberty, my brother and I were both very skeptical about religion, and in those days, that was just as bad or worse, and my brother was (crucified?) for a tongue and cheek article in an underground newspaper questioning the scientific validity of belief in the virgin birth, citing the Hebrew "maiden" meant "young woman", "virgin" largely being part mistranslation, part linguistic confusion due to translation. While there was only a very breif scandal over my sister (she was unceremoniously fired form a job as camp counselor at a girl scout camp after being caught doing something socially unacceptable with another camp counselor), but as this was midsummer between high school graduation, the sexual revolution had begun to reach the provinces (1968 maybe?), and she was heading off to college in the big city at the end of the summer, it was quickly hushed over, and she was able to subsequently peruse her inclinations amongst an established community of like minded individuals.

The incident with my brother occurred at the end of his senior year, he was a multiple Letterman, honor student, and Salutatorian, but as a result of the underground paper being outed, and as he was the only one to confess (his co-conspirators denied it, one was the Principals son) - he was not allowed to walk at graduation (it was decided they could not legally deny him his diploma), had his scholarship yanked, and was given swats, lol. This would seem bad enough, but the local newspaper gossip wrote a vicious editorial about him in the paper, calling him, among other things, "warped and deranged".

This had a fairly substantial impact on my young mind (I was in sixth grade at the time), and inspired a lifelong jaundice of organized religion and social politics in general, I have to this day, little or no respect for any of it.

I could go on about the things that have happened since I moved back here, suffice it to say I'm an unrepentant iconoclast, you get the picture - it's a small to middling community founded by Mormon agriculturalists turned oilfield boom town, i.e., a lot of West Texas oilfield hands ("real men", Rednecks, drifters and tweakers, etc., depending, the usual lot), bordered by two reservations, and the synthesis is a sort of functional schizophrenia, it's all over the fucking place, a constant tension between money, drugs and morality that has become increasingly and excruciatingly anal under republican rule, with odd pockets of freewheeling liberation - a lot like the rest of the country right now probably.

So my experience is of a small but significant move forward. But then I have pressing reason to experience it that way-- those who don't need to, aren't going to go looking for it. And as we see, when those who aren't looking for change do encounter it, they often resist the notion vigorously.
Do tell.

I often encounter the reaction, as I have in these convos here, where, faced with a change in paradigms, the person will demand acknowledgement of the old paradigm, because by god it's VALID!!!! In the frenzy, they often seem to lose the opportunity to acknowledge the also-valid new premise.

Whatever. Yes dear.

I would say that I knew you'd say that.
Please expound, if you are so inclined - obviously, we are from two very different social/sexual contexts, and it isn't surprising that we might see the same things from different perspectives.
 
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Please expound, if you are so inclined - obviously, we are from two very different social/sexual contexts, and it isn't surprising that we might see the same things from different perspectives.
What-- all over again? Oh, dude.
Just go back and read what I've already written. You'll find a description of my own pussy back there-- or in the other thread perhaps-- just for starters.
 
Right, I meant to go back and look at that - I caught something about a prominent mons, I love those - I just assumed you were making some sort of inference towards me personally, and wondered if you cared to elaborate - it's an invitation, not a taunt.
 
Right, I meant to go back and look at that - I caught something about a prominent mons, I love those - I just assumed you were making some sort of inference towards me personally, and wondered if you cared to elaborate - it's an invitation, not a taunt.
I SHARE info about MY PUSSY and you thought it was about YOU? :eek:
:confused::eek::(:mad:

and WTF and omigod.

What a goddamn waste of my time and honesty.

but then I should have known that.
 
I SHARE info about MY PUSSY and you thought it was about YOU? :eek:
:confused::eek::(:mad:

and WTF and omigod.

What a goddamn waste of my time and honesty.

but then I should have known that.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Happening to mention I love prominant mounds is about me, I love them, but meant as a compliment - I can't imagine how you can take it as an insult.

Fuck this, get a grip, I'm here to talk about ideas, not sort out your personal issues.
 
What the fuck is wrong with you? Happening to mention I love prominant mounds is about me, I love them, but meant as a compliment - I can't imagine how you can take it as an insult.

Fuck this, get a grip, I'm here to talk about ideas, not sort out your personal issues.
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I just assumed you were making some sort of inference towards me personally,
you have no sense of humor.
 
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.

--- William Blake.
 
Back to the original question.

How about Goddess.

Doesn't that seem to denote female perfection and absolute femininity and while still maintaining strength, power, intellegence, creativity- a ballance of maternity, sexuality, wisdom, and even glamour and sophistication?
 
BTW, I settled on "femme". I hope it doesn't have some other sexual connotation I'm not aware of. I know it indicates the more feminine partner in a gay couple, but that's okay. It seems like an inherently powerful word to me. It feels powerful in the mouth and just slightly sexual and above all, it's easy to understand.

"As I left the club, there were two gorgeous femmes striding down the street, intimidating in their confidence, moving as if in their own little cone of light..."
 
BTW, I settled on "femme". I hope it doesn't have some other sexual connotation I'm not aware of. I know it indicates the more feminine partner in a gay couple, but that's okay. It seems like an inherently powerful word to me. It feels powerful in the mouth and just slightly sexual and above all, it's easy to understand.

"As I left the club, there were two gorgeous femmes striding down the street, intimidating in their confidence, moving as if in their own little cone of light..."

Personally, I'd have used the word "dommes" but it's your story. The two words 'femme' and 'stride' seem in conflict. Perhaps there isn't such a word in English for what you want . . . yet!
 
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